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Thursday, June 2, 2022

The Enlightened, Terzata #49

He woke and ate his freeze

With little sips of fog.

He’d forgotten how to sneeze


Having slept under a log.

He wandered lonely as a cloud

Like a surveyor his Magog,


As the ants stood and bowed.

He smiled with teeth of sun

And blinded the empty crowd.


He’d count to zero and one

The memories he could squeeze

With brains of no and none,

Gulping himself to the lees. 

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